A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Be still
To weild the day
And to forget the ticks of time.
Drive just to drive,
Does it matter if there is a destination?
A still life
Is still Life,
Wether for a moment
Or a day.
How can we listen
If we are surrounded by noise?
To simply breathe
Reminds us why we must do it at all.
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